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			 Broadcasting dead; deep in the night.... 
		
	
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
	
		
		
	
	
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			 A little sneak preview of what awaits. 
		
	
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
	
		
		
	
	
	Here's something by our STA Franchman's group called.......Ow Ken Aye Bay Shooo?? BrownSugar(always thought she was a man) is lead singer.......BMP is on the toy piano.....pg1985 plays the fiddle and that's Poison Sumac on the accordion.They do great choreography....... a little past the middle: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IROSX5hW7YE  | 
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			 Look at those boys wail!! 
		
	
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
	
		
		
	
	
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			 In case you don't think they have tried to chase me out of here...perhaps this will convince you of a lot of things: ( don't mess with it wwhen you get there----leave it alone....keep your filthy little fingers off it....it will play: 
		
	
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
	
		
		
	
	
	http://www.newsnet5.com/video/5061238/index.html# HAHAHAHA  | 
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			 That's a lily ghost----they're sissies. 
		
	
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
	
		
		
	
	
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			 Which leaves more scars..the laugh, the drive, or the fumble? 
		
	
		
		
		
		
		
		
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	Don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things.  | 
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			 It's her-----right? 
		
	
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
	
		
		
	
	
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 well duh i thought of her too!!!  | 
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 !! LOOK AT THE FLOOR.  | 
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 Must now run as I need to slit my wrists.  | 
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 Oh let me help. After all that's what ghosts are for.  | 
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			 What did Emma die from...a Cleveland Steamer? 
		
	
		
		
		
		
		
		
			
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	We've Gone Delirious  | 
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			 Come on ladies---meet me here tonight. 
		
	
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
	
		
		
	
	
	I do great full body apparitions. Don't ya know.  |